Apocalypse: Surviving as the God of a Tiny Cultivation Sect

Clayne immediately blinked after the horrifying splurt echoed throughout the tiny world.

Then afterward—

He awkwardly scratched his cheek slightly.

"Oh..."

His giant voice echoed throughout the floating islands.

"Sorry."

The surrounding Silent Sword Sect disciples immediately became stiff again afterward.

Meanwhile, Clayne continued casually.

"You were just really loud."

He looked toward the bloody remains of Fu Shugao’s exploded physical body.

"I got used to not alerting the undead outside earlier."

Then he laughed awkwardly afterward.

"I forgot I already killed a bunch of those undead, haha..."

Meanwhile—

Inside the shattered remains of Fu Shugao’s destroyed body—

A translucent soul suddenly escaped upward violently.

The soul looked exactly like Fu Shugao himself except far more ghostly and unstable. Dark spiritual Qi continuously leaked from his body while cracks spread throughout portions of his soul form endlessly.

Yet despite surviving temporarily—

Fu Shugao himself remained completely horrified.

Because honestly...

His physical body had just died instantly.

Instantly.

No resistance.

No defense.

No opportunity to escape.

One moment he stood proudly in the heavens.

The next—

His body exploded into blood mist like crushed meat.

And what killed him...

Was not some terrifying immortal technique.

Not some heavenly artifact.

Not some legendary sword strike.

It was literally...

A clap.

The realization alone almost shattered Fu Shugao mentally.

Then slowly—

He raised his head upward.

And finally—

He saw it fully.

A faceless giant existence towering endlessly above the heavens themselves.

The being looked unimaginably massive.

Its body alone seemed larger than mountains while terrifying spiritual Qi flooded endlessly around it like an ocean swallowing the world itself.

Even worse—

Fu Shugao could not even properly sense the limits of that spiritual pressure.

It felt endless.

Boundless.

Hopeless.

The mere sight of the faceless giant instantly froze Fu Shugao completely afterward.

His soul trembled violently.

Then suddenly—

The giant hands started moving again.

The moment Fu Shugao sensed another clap approaching—

His entire soul nearly collapsed from fear.

"No!"

Immediately afterward—

Fu Shugao desperately dropped into a kowtow position midair.

"Senior spare me!"

His voice instantly became frantic afterward.

"This junior was blind!"

"This junior failed recognizing Mount Tai!"

"This junior deserves death!"

"I beg Senior for mercy!"

Fu Shugao continuously slammed his head downward repeatedly afterward while begging desperately.

"I can do anything for Senior!"

"Anything!"

"I know countless cultivation methods!"

"I possess secret Blood Soul Sect inheritances!"

"I know forbidden techniques!"

"I know hidden ruins!"

"I know locations of ancient treasures!"

His voice became increasingly frantic afterward.

"Please spare this junior’s insignificant life!"

"I can serve Senior forever!"

"I can become Senior’s slave!"

"I can betray the Blood Soul Sect!"

"I can reveal every secret I know!"

The surrounding Silent Sword Sect disciples stared blankly afterward.

Because honestly...

The sight felt absurd beyond words.

A terrifying Nascent Soul old monster currently kowtowing desperately like a frightened servant.

Meanwhile, Clayne simply stared at him silently for several moments afterward.

Then eventually—

Clayne spoke calmly.

"Didn’t you just say..."

His massive voice rumbled throughout the skies.

"...that you wouldn’t stop until the Silent Sword Sect perished?"

Fu Shugao instantly froze afterward.

His soul trembled violently.

Then immediately—

He started kowtowing even harder afterward.

"Senior misunderstood!"

"This junior merely spoke recklessly earlier!"

"I only said those words because of sect conflict!"

"This junior truly has no deep hatred anymore!"

Clayne slowly narrowed his eyes afterward.

"Oh really?"

Fu Shugao nodded desperately afterward.

"Yes!"

"Yes!"

"This junior swears it!"

Then immediately afterward—

Fu Shugao hurriedly continued speaking again.

"Senior!"

"This junior is already a peak Nascent Soul cultivator!"

"As long as this junior reaches Soul Transformation Realm later..."

His eyes brightened desperately.

"...then I can revoke the Blood Soul Sect’s soul curse!"

Clayne immediately frowned slightly afterward.

"Soul curse?"

Fu Shugao nodded rapidly afterward.

"Yes!"

"Our Blood Soul Sect places soul restrictions upon important elders!"

"As long as I remain under the curse, I cannot truly betray the sect!"

"But if I break through toward Soul Transformation—"

Clayne immediately interrupted afterward.

"How long would that take?"

Fu Shugao froze slightly.

Then awkwardly answered afterward.

"...Perhaps several hundred years..."

Clayne immediately stared blankly afterward.

"Several hundred?"

Fu Shugao hurriedly corrected himself afterward.

"Possibly less!"

"With Senior’s assistance perhaps only a century!"

Clayne slowly crossed his arms afterward.

"So you’re telling me..."

His giant voice echoed calmly.

"...that I should trust someone planning to betray his own sect after several hundred years?"

Fu Shugao instantly became drenched in cold fear afterward.

"No!"

"No!"

"This junior truly means no harm!"

Clayne continued asking sarcastically afterward.

"And what happens if you run away first?"

"I won’t!"

"What happens if you secretly contact your sect?"

"I won’t!"

"What happens if you reach Soul Transformation and suddenly decide revenge sounds better?"

"I absolutely won’t!"

"What happens if your Blood Soul Sect ancestors come after me later?"

"I’ll stop them!"

"You?"

Clayne sounded amused afterward.

"You can stop them?"

Fu Shugao immediately realized his mistake afterward.

Then hurriedly corrected himself desperately.

"This junior means this junior will try helping Senior!"

"I truly wish surviving only!"

"Senior’s divine might already surpassed my imagination completely!"

Meanwhile, Clayne continued staring silently afterward.

Then eventually—

He sneered slightly. He read a lot of immortal cultivation novels, he’s sure it would be hard to reach.

"Heh."

His giant voice echoed heavily.

"Are you sure reaching the Ascendant Realm can one properly revoke certain soul restrictions completely?"

Fu Shugao’s entire soul instantly froze afterward.

Because...

The giant being was correct.

Perfectly correct.

And worse—

That knowledge absolutely should not belong toward ordinary cultivators.

Clayne continued calmly afterward.

"And with your talent..."

He looked downward toward Fu Shugao mockingly.

"... are you sure reaching the Ascendant Realm would probably take thousands of years?"

The moment those words escaped—

Fu Shugao instantly misunderstood. Clayne was just guessing but somehow, he thinks Clayne knew all of it.

He had been exposed completely.

Immediately afterward—

Fu Shugao desperately started kowtowing again.

"Senior forgive me!"

"This junior only wished surviving!"

"This junior was forced by fear!"

"Please spare this junior!"

"This junior can still serve useful purposes!"

"I know many cultivation secrets!"

"I know forbidden techniques!"

"I know hidden inheritances!"

"Senior please show mercy!"

Yet this time—

Clayne no longer cared.

Instead—

He slowly raised both palms again.

The moment Fu Shugao sensed that—

Despair instantly filled his soul completely.

Then suddenly—

Fu Shugao’s expression twisted viciously afterward.

"If Senior refuses mercy..."

His ghostly face gradually became crazed.

"...then don’t blame this junior!"

Boom!

Terrifying Nascent Soul spiritual Qi instantly erupted from Fu Shugao’s soul form afterward.

Then immediately—

He unleashed multiple cultivation spells simultaneously.

Seven different demonic techniques appeared instantly throughout the skies.

Blood Spears.

Soul Chains.

Ghost Flames.

Corpse Fog.

Bone Needles.

Blood Rain.

Soul Crushing Bell.

Each technique exploded outward with terrifying power simultaneously while demonic Qi flooded the surroundings violently.

The skies themselves darkened afterward.

Ghostly screams echoed endlessly.

Meanwhile, Fu Shugao roared madly afterward.

"DIE!"

The seven terrifying techniques instantly slammed directly toward Clayne’s massive palms.

Yet—

The moment the attacks landed—

They simply disappeared against Clayne’s palms harmlessly.

Like raindrops striking mountains.

Fu Shugao’s face instantly drained completely afterward.

Impossible.

Then immediately afterward—

He attacked again desperately.

More spells erupted continuously.

Blood dragons.

Ghost claws.

Soul explosions.

Bone spikes.

Endless demonic techniques flooded the skies repeatedly afterward.

Yet every single attack—

Became completely meaningless against the gigantic palms.

Fu Shugao gradually became increasingly hysterical afterward.

"How?!"

"What kind of monster are you?!"

"You aren’t a Nascent Soul cultivator!"

"You aren’t Soul Transformation either!"

"What are you?!"

He continuously cursed loudly afterward while unleashing more and more techniques desperately.

"You faceless freak!"

"You terrifying monster!"

"You heavenly abomination!"

"Why won’t you die?!"

Meanwhile—

Clayne simply brought both palms together calmly.

Clap.

Boom!

The sound echoed throughout the miniature world violently afterward.

Fu Shugao instantly screamed afterward.

Yet when Clayne opened his hands again afterward—

He blinked slightly.

Because...

Fu Shugao still remained alive.

Barely.

His soul looked heavily cracked and distorted now.

Yet somehow—

Still intact.

Fu Shugao himself looked equally shocked afterward.

"I..."

His soul trembled violently.

"...I’m still alive?"

Meanwhile, Clayne looked genuinely surprised too.

"Huh."

Then immediately afterward—

Clap!

Boom!

Clayne smashed his palms together again.

The floating islands trembled violently afterward.

Then afterward—

Clayne slowly opened his hands again.

Fu Shugao still survived.

This time—

Both became completely stunned afterward.

One felt shocked he somehow remained alive.

The other felt shocked he still failed killing him.

Then immediately afterward—

Clayne started repeatedly slamming both palms together continuously.

Clap!

Boom!

Clap!

Boom!

Clap!

Boom!

Fu Shugao continuously screamed between every horrifying impact afterward while his soul became increasingly distorted and cracked.

Yet strangely—

He still refused dying completely.

Then suddenly—

Fu Shugao stopped screaming.

Instead—

He started laughing.

"Hahahaha..."